Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Friday

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Given tomorrow's field trip IN SPACE, Toby was... more than a little distracted at work today. So you were best off flagging down one of the droids if you wanted anything resembling prompt service.

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

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Allie had acquired a few novels this week. Novels of the splashy, trashy sort with half-dressed men and voluptuous women with artfully tousled hair on the covers.

The DJ was in the Halloween spirit and playing a mix of monster themed songs. Allie didn't care. She was too busy reading to find out if the Marquess of Layton was going to find true love with Noelle, the illegitimate daughter of a duke.

[Up way early since I have a wedding tonight.]

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, Friday

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Today was Alec's seventeenth birthday, and he was celebrating it by continuing to fail to get his iPod to work.

Really, there was no excuse for not being able to figure it out at this point. Victor had loaded it up with music a few days ago, and had shown Alec how to turn it on last weekend, so at this point any further incompetence was probably a sign that Alec would forever be a helpless little lamb in all matters relating to technology. Which made sense. He wasn't going to question that. He just sighed, put the device back in his pocket with the resigned air of someone who'd just been defeated by a small piece of metal, and went about his work.

What he was going to question, as he puttered around the store arranging archery equipment, was why there was a row of chocolate arrows arranged on the front desk. He wasn't going to eat them, obviously. He was just concerned.

Turtle and Canary -- Friday

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Hope was glad to see that it so far wasn't going to be a repeat of the previous weekend. She hadn't really thought it would be, but with as wacky as Fandom was? You never knew what it'd decide to do to you.

She was behind the counter with a magazine, sipping idly from a Squishy. She'd done everything she had to do -- which today had amounted to cleaning up a spill, restocking a few things, and cleaning the display case windows -- and now she could be reasonably lazy until customers came in.

Today's Squishy flavors: Cotton Candy, Blueberry, Banana.

Caritas, Friday

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This had been another week spent grappling various house-related issues, not to mention trying to come to grips with the special nature of the island, but Mike made it to work for his first ever shift this week. Being the polite man that he was, he went to introduce himself to Tino, but the guy just sulked and muttered something about 'unfair arms', which may have had something to do with Mike's choice of black tank top for work attire. He didn't let that deter him, and just went over to the stage to greet the band.

"Hey, I'm Mike, the new bartender. Isn't it a bit early for you guys to be wearing costumes, or is the town just really big on Halloween?"

The zombies gave him a collective blank look.

"... You're not dressed up, are you?" Yeah, they weren't. "Oh-kay, I'll just be over here at the bar, then."